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Dec 2023
Shattered, smashed, broken
All I feel is pain
Nothing ever helps me
Will I ever be whole again
My mind a torture chamber
Faces, voices, smells
Set my mind to wander
In my own eternal hell
To sleep relieves exhaustion
For shorter and shorter times
As the nightmares fuel the demons
Behind my crying eyes
Richard Smith
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Richard Smith  47/M
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